day without you around My life would be without sound Love, love, love, love must've made you on a Sunday Cos you taste to me as good as God made honey
y'all birds watch As real millionaire, shit'll take place Evil as Hitler's hate-race people This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
stressed to play Live half my life and throw the rest away Chorus There's people that love me and people that hate me But it's the evil that made me
s Plus Everybody's High To Doped Up To Ask Why. Watching Our Own Downfall Witnessing The End. Its Like We Don't Believe In God Cause We Living In Sin.
we live I stayed down wit' my people, all the ones that keep it real Didn't get caught up, and how'd it make you feel? All the things I'm doin' that
dooby wrapped head full of bobby pins You know I keep the thing when I'm watching the dialect Different from the slang of my talk Baby still living got
you wish he would die? I mean shit he bought you things and gave you diamond rings But them things wasn't worth none of the pain that he brings And you stayed, what made
would die? I mean shit he bought you things and gave you diamond rings But them things wasn't worth none of the pain that he brings And you stayed, what made
s free ~ we are free ~ i've seen the bottom once or twice ~ i've soared above the earth, as suddenly ~ i've made a few mistakes, it's true ~ i've seen enough of hate
better, but I refused to grow God damn I ain't the young man that you used to know You said the street claim lives, but I wanted things like bling bling
these things [Females:] (oooh) All these things (these things) [Males:] All these things (oooh) all these things (these things) [F:] All these things (oooh) all these things (these things
To end up this way. Feeling like I'm god. Feeling there's no way. So I'm angry for today. Anger's the only thing I've made. It feels like something
Now I ain't tryna be the greatest I used to hate hip-hop... yup, because the women degraded But Too $hort made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it
the people and go against all this evil Some people hate it, but I made it, so I?m never concerned About what they be talkin? about, I?ve lived and I?
down, back in the essence I'm asking questions on the phone, with jail adolescents Quiet confession, the system's applying the pressure My mind is guessing, is living
no wrong, prayin for you that you live long Nobody kill my baby, but she know her baby crazy In and out of jail, mom's screamin, "God take me!" This is